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Plastic Bubble World: Still I Think of Him
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Friday, January 3, 2014. Still I Think of Him. June 29, 2013. Dear Mister Heartbreaker,. This letter is more for me. I doubt that I will ever send it to you, or that you will ever read these words. I still think of you every day. I still love you, even from afar, even apart. When I told you I loved you I meant it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm thinking of you even more this week because of DOMA being repealed. I regret telling you...
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Plastic Bubble World: September 2013
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Saturday, September 7, 2013. Grandpa Chuck was a mountain of a man, at least, in my 11-year-old eyes he was. He had a pot belly which, rather than making him look fat, only emphasized his status as an imposing yet gentle authority figure. He was my grandmother's second husband and the primary grandfather figure in my life. Grandpa Chuck had an amazing tool collection on one side of his garage where he helped me to imprint designs on a leather belt, a c...
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Plastic Bubble World: October 2012
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Saturday, October 20, 2012. Mickey on the Radar. Paul was short, short enough to fulfill the five foot tall and under requirement for the costume. He wasn’t a dancer, but he must have attended the same dance audition that I did for the Electrical Parade at Disneyland. Paul was cast as Mickey Mouse in that parade. It was among the football team that Paul was called by his nickname, “Radar.” I read an interview with Paul, I think in the s...I was probabl...
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Plastic Bubble World: January 2013
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Thursday, January 10, 2013. I hate to brag (no, really. But I truly am one of the luckiest people alive. One of the reasons I feel so fortunate is that it's fairly easy for me to realize why I am lucky, even when things are at their worst (such as when I lose my full time job). How can only two people get in each other's way so often in a three-bedroom house? My life is a constant trial. It's little enough. At least he covers his mouth. Apple stickers&...
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Plastic Bubble World: The Old Man and the Cheese Sandwich
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Tuesday, July 30, 2013. The Old Man and the Cheese Sandwich. His beard and mustache were also white, both neatly trimmed. He didn't seem poor, exactly, just from a different era. He was like my great-grandmother in Japan, who still wore yukata. Robes and sandals on a daily basis, rather than adapt to western slacks and hard-soled shoes. Did he speak to my mother, ask her for something? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Plastic Bubble World: December 2013
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Tuesday, December 31, 2013. Catching Up, Two Steps Back. I was unemployed for eleven months. I am now back at California Pizza Kitchen, the one in our neighborhood, a mile away. The "commute" is much more favorable compared to my former fifty mile round trip. I am very fortunate. Tips have been good and I like my new coworkers. We've been having fun even though I am about twice the age (or more! I am choosing to put performing on hold for now, conflict...
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Plastic Bubble World: May 2013
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Thursday, May 30, 2013. The Real Granny Tranny. Granny Tranny is real! I thought I had made her up but she does. I met her a couple of weeks ago. I described Granny Tranny as an elderly African-American wearing a salt-and-pepper wig underneath her church-going hat. She favored gloves and purple polyester suits as her signature look. She addressed the kids as "duckling" and "lambkin" rather than trying to learn all of their names. I had met her on a goo...
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Plastic Bubble World: January 2014
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Friday, January 3, 2014. Still I Think of Him. June 29, 2013. Dear Mister Heartbreaker,. This letter is more for me. I doubt that I will ever send it to you, or that you will ever read these words. I still think of you every day. I still love you, even from afar, even apart. When I told you I loved you I meant it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm thinking of you even more this week because of DOMA being repealed. I regret telling you...
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Plastic Bubble World: Grandpa Chuck
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Saturday, September 7, 2013. Grandpa Chuck was a mountain of a man, at least, in my 11-year-old eyes he was. He had a pot belly which, rather than making him look fat, only emphasized his status as an imposing yet gentle authority figure. He was my grandmother's second husband and the primary grandfather figure in my life. Grandpa Chuck had an amazing tool collection on one side of his garage where he helped me to imprint designs on a leather belt, a c...
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Plastic Bubble World: July 2013
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Indulging my Inner Child for More Than Thirty Years! Tuesday, July 30, 2013. The Old Man and the Cheese Sandwich. His beard and mustache were also white, both neatly trimmed. He didn't seem poor, exactly, just from a different era. He was like my great-grandmother in Japan, who still wore yukata. Robes and sandals on a daily basis, rather than adapt to western slacks and hard-soled shoes. Did he speak to my mother, ask her for something? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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